Her Cowboy Doms(13)

“Rub yourself, sugar. Does it feel good?” Destin leaned closer and nibbled on her earlobe.

That small touch heated her and a fresh wave of juices wet her undies. Her pussy was soaking now, the wings of her desire fluttering inside her. She thrust her middle finger between her pussy folds and started massaging her clit.

“My brother asked you a question. Answer it.” Paul reached over and tweaked her nipple. Hard. Rough. A punishment for not obeying him.

Oh, how she wanted him to punish her more!

She let out a cry, then closed her mouth as the pain morphed into pleasure. Her hand quickened, matching the pace of her breaths.

“Yes, it feels so good.”

“Call us sir.”

What was wrong with her? Now he wanted her to call them sir? Why would she? And yet, she got a little thrill thinking about saying that one simple world.

“Yes, it feels so good, sir. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Yeah, it is. It’s just a game to you, but that’s okay for now.”

How could she go so far with strangers? With another stranger watching her? Yet, given the chance, she wouldn’t have stopped.

“Do you like the cab driver watching? Does it turn you on?”

She nodded, flicking her attention from Destin to the driver then back again. “Yes.” She balked, then said it. “Sir.”

“Good.” Paul sucked on her earlobe, nibbling at her lobe. “You’re doing well, baby. Keep rubbing. I can see your cream on your fingers.”

She squirmed against the seat and wondered if her wetness was covering the cushion. Her panties were drenched.

Destin took her by the chin and turned her to face him. He crushed his mouth to hers, taking away what little breath she’d managed to drag in before he ravished her. Cupping her breast, he plunged his tongue inside her mouth and ran it from cheek to cheek.

She tried to suck his tongue in more, but she couldn’t. He pulled it away, so she gave him hers. Arching her back, she urged him to twist her nipples as his brother had done. When he didn’t, she had no choice but to complain. “No. Don’t stop.”

Paul grabbed her wrist, stopping her from rubbing herself. “Georgia, we’re going about this all wrong. If we weren’t leaving tomorrow, we’d take our time, but as it stands this will have to do. Remember two things. First, don’t ever tell us what we can and can’t do. We’re the ones in charge—”

She yanked her hand out of his hold. “That’s—”

“Horse shit. Yes, I know.”

It wasn’t at all what she’d started to say. If he’d given her a chance, she would’ve told him that he was right. That she’d waited for someone like him. Like Destin.

His jaw hardened, his perusal of her so intense that it made her want to cower under his stare. But she wouldn’t, couldn’t do that. She’d come too far to take a step back.

“We’re in charge, but you still have a say. If we cross the line from pleasure to real, unwanted pain, from commands to bullying you, then you tell us and we’ll back off. Do you understand?”

She had to tell them to stop. Had to pull herself together. How could she let them go on treating her that way? No matter how wonderful it felt to have them calling the shots, to have them deciding what she’d do, she had to quit. She was a police officer, a strong woman who made her own decisions and didn’t let any man tell her what to do. Except in her fantasies. Yet this was no fantasy.

“I asked you a question, Georgia. Answer it.”

She was ready to respond and her answer was on her lips almost before it came to her mind. She pushed up to a sitting position. “I—”

“Uh, miss, we’re here.” The cabbie checked with her first, then shifted his attention to Paul and Destin. “Do you guys want me to drive around for a while?”

Shock filled her when she saw that the cab had pulled up in front of her father’s home. Worse yet, she could see her father’s silhouette in the front window. “Oh, shit.”

Destin saw the man in the window and turned to her, his expression terse. “Are you married?”

She pulled on her clothes, going as fast as she could. If her father or one of her three sisters came outside… No. She couldn’t even think about that. Dressed, she shoved Destin away. “Move. I have to get out.”

“Hang on. Answer the question first.”

He was resistant to move, but she kept pushing until he finally got out of the car. She half fell to the pavement, then kept moving as fast as she could. Without giving a glance backward, she ran toward the house.



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“What the hell just happened?”